The Tri-Tip was fantastic. The "Killer" aspect has yet to be determined. After all, I'm still alive, am I not? The Tri-Tip was not running about the restaurant with a three-bladed sword, hacking people to death. The Tri-Tip was not, to the best of my knowledge harvested from a bovine that either once belonged to or was a great fan of Jerry Lee Lewis. Perhaps "Killer" referred to the amazing noises both my friend Steve's and my stomachs produced about an hour after dining. However, we did not "die." However it reminded me of this actual quote:
What does not "kill" me, makes me stronger.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols, 1888
I found this at the Red Smoke Grill in Pleasanton, CA while on vacation. Clearly this is not the most inappropriate use of quotes, but after searching West Michigan dutifully for so long and finding it lacking, I've now taken advantage of this, my first opportunity.